Crymzon glared up the ramp as his vision recovered before looking over at his opponent in this Aggression Championship Match. He had to admit, it was a pretty good thing that he wasn't clobbered with a chair himself, but the fact remained that he was assaulted. No matter though, that slight would be rectified in due time. Crymzon shook his head, glancing over at Devil before moving in, planting his boots to Devil's skull. The smirk slowly returned to his face as he leaned down, pulling Devil up to his feet.
Crymzon threw a punch, but Devil recovered enough to block it and answer back with a right hand of his own. Crymzon staggered back and attempted another punch, only to be blocked and answered to with a hard right to the jaw once again. Crymzon landed back against the ropes. Devil went to press his advantage, running in with an attempt to Clothesline Crymzon, but the Rogue sidestepped the Forbidden Champion and slid in behiond him, landing a hard series of shots into Devil's kidneys before stepping basck towards the center of the ring. Devil spun around, being met with Crymzon standing there, waving him over. "You move slower than your dead woman!"
Again, Devil moved in, faking Crymzon out with a clothesline and spun just in time to hit him in the midsection with a hard kick. The Exile proceeded to send Crymzon crashing into the corner with a hard Irish whip before rushing, attempting to connect with a shoulder into the gut. Crymzon narrowly pulled his body up into the air, vaulting over Devil's charge before answering with a Japanese arm drag into an armbar. His smirk still in place, Crymzon swung the armbar around into a Hammerlock, sitting on Devil's back while applying pressure to the hold. Stephanie was nowhere to be seen for asking if Devil wanted to submit, but Crymzon wasn't too concerned at this moment, instead freeing one hand to jackslap the back of Devil's head repeatedly before jumping off of the angered man's back and moving back toward the middle of the ring.
JR: Devil is getting absolutely no respect here tonight. Undead Enigma has put a bounty on Devil, Crymzon continues to show disrespect.
JL: Well, to be honest JR, Devil has been pretty damn disrespectful to alot of people here, and he shows no apologies for it.
JR: There is a line you just don't cross though King, and talking about a man's deceased loved ones is definitely a line that you do not cross.
JL: While I may agree with that, if you are going to go out of your way to be a jerk to every person in a company, you have to expect and even accept the fact that your life and personal business are going to be thrown out for the world.
The Rogue waited for Devil to get back to his feet before walking up to his opponent and returning the earlier slap heard round the world with one of his own. "Ready to go to school, bitch boy." Crymzon stated just before the two men began exchanging blows. Each man threw thundering right hands at one another, but Devil began overpowering Crymzon, rocking his opponent back against the ropes. Executing an Irish whip, Devil did a quick pull back, hitting a snap T-bone suplex on Crymzon, sending him crashing hard into the mat. The smirk was temporarily gone from Crymzon's face as Devil moved in, straddling his chest before driving a series of hard shots into Crymzon's face. Devil got to his feet, pulling Crymzon up with him before hooking his opponent for a suplex. Hoisting Crymzon up, Devil held Crymzon in the air for the briefest of moments, but it was just long enough for Crymzon to twist his body, taking Devil to the mat with a head scissor take down.
Devil was quick to get to his feet with Crymzon still down on one knee near one of the corners. Charging in at Crymzon, Devil was taken by surprise by a drop toe hold which sent him crashing headfirst into the middle turnbuckle. Devil growled in frustration as he clutched his face and spun, only to get a running face wash into the side of his head. Crymzon used the time wisely, sliding out of the ring before reaching in to grab Devil by the wrists. A moment later, Crymzon tied his opponent up in a crucifix arm bar. The grin was now gone, it was time to go ahead and bring out some pain.